Carver must be going through a growth spurt. His cries for food are increasing in both frequency and intensity. The unfortunate consequence of nature is that I, the lowly father, have little to no direct impact on the child's hunger. Kira tried to step out on an errand last night mostly just to get out of the house for a few minutes. That's about when the man-child decided that he needed a serving of his favorite snack. So Kira can't leave for a moment, and I can't help the boy.
Don't misunderstand; I am not complaining. I just want to document clearly what these kids are doing to me to guilt them into putting me in the best home money can buy when the years of stress and lack of sleep have finally reduced me to the shadow of a human being that I am slowly but surely approaching.